I'm Sorry, I'm Trying

When summer feels like February

Alone stuck in my misery

I thought of watching out the window for snow

But the only thing I saw was the kids on the road

Then it got to me

Why am I feeling like this?

I recollect the parts of my past and go

To my therapist to talk about who?

Myself or my consciousness

Ambitions or the endlessness

Priorities and medicines

Why being myself as a kid was so wrong?

Why did I always think I was on the wrong?

For every single thing happening at home.

Why is this thing stuck in me to this day?

How did the feel of fear turn into hate?

I recalled all you said

I'll remember everything you said

I will take care of myself

I just got home and I'm still the same